Drag-Strip Racer
“He wasn’t fully satisfied, but he decided to call it quits for today. He felt exhausted and ready for a good, cool shower.
He was about to drive the Chevy up on the trailer when he received a visitor.
“Hi,” said a familiar voice.
“Dottie! Hi! I didn’t think you enjoyed drags that much.”
A light breeze fanned her hair. She was wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans that hinted at her nice figure. “I love them,”
she said. “What happened to the Chev?”
“The clutch blew. Had a new one put in.”
She frowned. “Who did the job? I know it wasn’t Rooster.”
“No. A mechanic who works for a friend of Dana’s did. I was going to call your dad but Dana thought I’d better not.”
“Why? Afraid Dad might let you go?” Dottie said, hitting Dana’s presumption right on the head.
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